Truces, Dinner and Supernatural
Author: wacky title but oh well. I own nothing.
"Son of a bitch! You damn fur ball I will kill you!" Tony yelled.
Clint snarled and backed away as Tony grabbed a wrench to throw.
"Sir you were were warned about his behavior around the full moon." Jarvis cut in as the wrench missed Clint and clattered to the floor.
"Not helping J!" Tony snapped.
"Neither is you screaming like a small child!" Clint snarled.
"I am not screaming... Wait a fucking second... I understood that!" Tony yelped, collapsing in his chair.
"It's a kind of telepathy. I just mostly use it with Nat." Clint growled, rolling his eyes.
"You're a fucking telepathic shapeshifter now!" Tony shouted.
"I've been like this since I got made into this via some dipshit's science experiments." Clint growled.
Tony leaned back, staring at the wolf with curious eyes before asking, "What else can you do?"
"Give you rabies." Clint snarled.
"Asshole." Tony grumbled as Clint flicked his tail before walking out.
Bruce looked up when Tony came into his lab, cradling a bloody hand.
"What did you do this time?" The scientist sighed.
"Accidently stepped on the furball. Which apparently woke him up and freaked him out enough that he bit me." Tony grumbled.
"Can't say I blame him. He did warn everyone that he would be particularly easy to irritate around the full moon, which I believe is tonight." Bruce said, pulling out the supplies to clean and bandage Tony's hand.
The billionaire stared at the wall for a few seconds before asking, "Did you know he's telepathic?"
"Who?" Bruce murmured.
"Clint." Tony told him.
"What about Clint?" Bruce asked.
"He's telepathic. He's a fucking telepathic werewolf." Tony insisted.
"I think the correct terminology is shapeshifter. Werewolves tend to be depicted as a bipedal wolf. And in a majority of mythos, their bite will turn someone into a werewolf." Bruce said.
"Well that parts not true. And how do you know all of that?" Tony asked.
"I read." Bruce offered.
"Everyone reads." Tony countered.
Bruce raised an eyebrow at Tony but didn't offer anymore information.
"Alright go on. And don't get bitten again. We don't need two wolves running around." the scientist said after a few more minutes.
"Haha." Tony grumbled as he left.
Clint paced the communal living room for a while before pulling several throw pillows to the floor and curling up.
He really wanted to be back home near Ontario... Hunting, running or whatever else he was felt like doing.
But he was stuck in the tower and it made his miserable.
He hated cities when he was in his wolf form.
Too many scents.. too many sounds... Too many people.
The door opened quietly and he smelled motor oil, blood and burnt wires... Tony.
"Don't you ever go away?" Clint growled.
"My tower. Communal living room." Tony said, going over to the bar.
Clint grumbled and buried his nose in his tail, watching Tony silently.
"Want one?" the billionaire asked, holding up a beer.
"Booze is bad for wolves. Even if I am human part of the time." Clint sighed.
"So about dinner?" Tony offered.
"I don't eat dog food. That shit is disgusting as hell." Clint growled.
"How's raw meat suit you?" the billionaire asked.
"Fine. When I'm like this at least." Clint murmured.
Tony opened the freezer and peeked inside. "I see beef, chicken, lamb, Cornish hens. And some rabbit. Who the hell bought rabbit?" He said.
"Probably Nat. I prefer to hunt mine." Clint admitted.
"J, where is Romanoff?" Tony asked.
"On a mission sir. And I have it in my data banks that Miss Romanoff did in fact purchase the rabbit." Jarvis said.
"Rabbit?" Tony asked Clint.
"Suits me just fine." Clint shrugged, getting up and shaking.
"So how do I cook it?" Tony wondered.
"Stewing it is great. But frying it up like chicken works too." Clint offered,
padding into the kitchen.
Tony pulled out his phone and found a recipe to fry it online, which he set to work on.
"I assume you want your share raw?" the billionaire asked.
"Preferably. I don't eat a lot of fried food. Not like this especially." Clint told him, eyeing the rabbit.
Tony chuckled and offered him a piece, which he gobbled up happily.
"Do it taste like chicken?" He asked.
"Not really. Have you ever had pheasant?" Clint asked.
"Maybe. Probably." Tony admitted.
"Wild ones taste like similar... Kinda gamey. Farm raised isn't as strong as a flavor. I'm pretty sure Nat got wild over farm." Clint told him.
Tony kept Clint talking while he cooked his share of rabbit and while he settled them down in the living room and started eating.
"Oh damn this is good." the billionaire almost moaned.
"Wait until you try it as a stew. I'll have to make it sometime. I'll need a lot of rabbits to feed everyone here though." Clint chuckled, gobbling up his share of dinner.
"Oh no... Definitely not. We will be planning that ahead of time. Probably for a night when everyone is gone." Tony protested.
"Selfish." Clint scoffed.
"Have you met me?" Tony laughed.
Clint smiled and gently nudged Tony's hurt hand. "Sorry. I don't have a lot of control over my wolf when I get forcefully woken up on nights like this." He whined.
Tony gingerly rubbed one of Clint's ears and said, "Me too. I was more surprised than anything I guess."
"Truce?" Clint asked.
Tony considered him before smirking and said, "Truce. Shake on it?"
"I'm not a dog." Clint scoffed.
"Hey J... Put something on the tv." Tony called.
"Anything particular in mind sir?" Jarvis asked as the television on the wall turned on.
"Netflix." Clint offered.
"Netflix. So says the pooch." Tony said.
Clint growled softly and glanced up at the screen, eyeing the selection before glancing at Tony. "Ever watched Supernatural?" He asked.
"Movie?" Tony asked, sliding their plates onto the table.
"Tv show. Two brothers who go around hunting stuff like ghosts, demons and other supernatural stuff. Hence the name." Clint told him.
"Ehhh." Tony muttered.
"There's a nice car involved. Black '67 Impala." Clint teased.
"Sold. Start the show J." Tony said as he stretched out on the couch.
"Of course sir." Jarvis agreed.
Clint hopped up on the couch and rested his head on Tony's chest to watch the show.
"If you shift back, get off me. This is gonna look weird otherwise." Tony whispered.
"Probably already does." Clint said.